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It makes him feel like he’s got a weird saviour complex.
The way he likes to imagine—the PR-clad princess would one day come sobbing to him and he’d lend his shoulder and Max would slowly fuck his misery out of him. He’d forget the wolves in his garage, ready to dig into his flesh and bones when he suffers an injury. Then, he’d give him the softest of kisses after, a soothing lick to his wounds and finally, finally, George would stay the night.
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22 Jul 2026
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You wanna talk about folding under zero pressure?
“You’re in my hotel room, yelling way too loudly for this time of night, with a fucking hard on, Max.” Russell was speaking slowly and patronizingly like how one would talk to a toddler.
Max didn’t even have time to get mad at how Russell was speaking to him because sure as shit, when he looked down, his dick was well past half-hard and full on tenting his jeans.
GOD FUCKING
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- Part 1 of Wait what?
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17 Jul 2026
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Max Verstappen isn't a religious person, nor a spiritual one. You live, and you die. One moment you are breathing, and the next you are not. Simple stuff. Nothing dramatic.
However, after that night, Max secretly hopes that the theory of seeing your life flash in front of your eyes before you die is true- because then she would be able to see back-to-back, the events of Qatar 2024 and George Russell naked on a bed, struggling to take Max's strap.
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16 Jul 2026
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“George is not my boyfriend,” Max responds automatically. Then, “he’s mad at me again.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. He’s always mad at me.”
No one bats an eye at them, not really. It’s an open secret around the paddock that they sometimes fuck when they’re not fighting and sometimes when they are fighting. It’s stress-relief, sex you don’t need to sign an NDA for. It works even if George causes him more stress than he relieves. At least he’s quiet with a dick in his mouth. Sometimes.
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11 Jul 2026
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The first shaky clip was filmed from the passenger seat of a rental van. Charles complained about Baku—mhm, Oscar could relate—before turning the camera towards the driver.
“Where are we, Carlos?”
Carlos glanced over briefly, smiling despite the hour, hands on the wheel, hair a mess from travel. He looked bright-eyed and comfortable in that way Oscar knew by heart.
“The middle of Italy,” he said.
Both of them started laughing, overtired enough to find the situation funny instead of inconvenient. The caption showed under the video. Best chauffeur in town.
Yeah. Oscar bet he was.
OR: Oscar had a bad weekend in Baku, made all the worse by his situationship riding back with Charles fucking Leclerc.
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- Part 9 of Tumblr Short Requests
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17 Jun 2026